Fic - R/S - Mother Knows Best - NC-17 - For M/P LDWS
Title: Mother Knows Best
Prompt: Genre/cliché: Jealousy/Envy. Word prompt: Parchment. Team: Moony.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Summary: Remus should have listened when his mam told him Sirius was the jealous type. OotP era.
Rating: NC-17
Contains: angst, dub-con, implied infidelity, implied alcoholism, implied depression. The relationship could be read as abusive and is certainly not a happy one. I’m sorry, this isn’t pleasant.
Word Count: 200
Notes: Written for the fifth week of mp_ldws, second round. I was eliminated after this week (sob) but I had lots of fun with the challenge!
‘You,’ Sirius snarls as he pushes Remus down into the mattress, fingers tight enough to bruise around Remus’s wrists, ‘you are mine.’ Remus whimpers, closes his eyes, unable to meet the fire and intensity of Sirius’s gaze. His mother had warned him about this.
‘He’s a Scorpio, dear, watch he doesn’t catch your eye wandering, now. Kill him, that will.’ At the time, he’d rolled his eyes and shook his head, laughed and said ‘Yes, mam,’ kissed her cheek and jumped on the back of Sirius’s motorbike, off towards the next adventure.
‘Look at me,’ Sirius growls, jerking Remus back to the present, back to the cavernous house and the voices that won’t ever go away, back to the scars and cobwebs and stacks of parchment and shadows and arguments and drink and desperation. ‘Say it, Remus,’ he shouts, his jaw tight, his eyes wide and mad.
‘Yours,’ Remus gasps brokenly, burying his face in the damp pillow they share as Sirius bites and scratches and bruises Remus’s skin, a promise of forever stretching years and miles but not quite bridging the chasm between them marked on his flesh, in among the other scars he carries. ‘Yours. Yours, Sirius. Yours.’
Prompt: Genre/cliché: Jealousy/Envy. Word prompt: Parchment. Team: Moony.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Summary: Remus should have listened when his mam told him Sirius was the jealous type. OotP era.
Rating: NC-17
Contains: angst, dub-con, implied infidelity, implied alcoholism, implied depression. The relationship could be read as abusive and is certainly not a happy one. I’m sorry, this isn’t pleasant.
Word Count: 200
Notes: Written for the fifth week of mp_ldws, second round. I was eliminated after this week (sob) but I had lots of fun with the challenge!
‘You,’ Sirius snarls as he pushes Remus down into the mattress, fingers tight enough to bruise around Remus’s wrists, ‘you are mine.’ Remus whimpers, closes his eyes, unable to meet the fire and intensity of Sirius’s gaze. His mother had warned him about this.
‘He’s a Scorpio, dear, watch he doesn’t catch your eye wandering, now. Kill him, that will.’ At the time, he’d rolled his eyes and shook his head, laughed and said ‘Yes, mam,’ kissed her cheek and jumped on the back of Sirius’s motorbike, off towards the next adventure.
‘Look at me,’ Sirius growls, jerking Remus back to the present, back to the cavernous house and the voices that won’t ever go away, back to the scars and cobwebs and stacks of parchment and shadows and arguments and drink and desperation. ‘Say it, Remus,’ he shouts, his jaw tight, his eyes wide and mad.
‘Yours,’ Remus gasps brokenly, burying his face in the damp pillow they share as Sirius bites and scratches and bruises Remus’s skin, a promise of forever stretching years and miles but not quite bridging the chasm between them marked on his flesh, in among the other scars he carries. ‘Yours. Yours, Sirius. Yours.’